April Media Journal 2020

During this pandemic, I’ve spent less time than I thought in front of the boob tube. But reading is a challenge. We’ve been painting our house, which has helped to distract. And then some life challenges for a friend of mine have also become a factor. All in All, April was and continues to be, the weirdest month in all of my life.

I don’t know about you, but reading has been tough during this time. I finally finished American Gods. I had to renew it a few times. It’s a long book, but the virus made it longer! I may never finish Bag of Bones, because it’s long and I find myself reading paragraphs over and over and over because my mind drifts. I will probably finish Chelsea Handler’s little, semi-funny memoir in a second sitting. 

Bag of Bones | Stephen King
Still in the first 100 pages, but have probably read 500 pages, because my mind wanders and I have to reread so many pages/paragraphs.

Are you there Vodka, It’s Chelsea | Chelsea Handler
Semi-funny telling of what seems to be an unbelievable life … prison time? I’m just going to finish it to feel like I accomplished at least ONE book reading in a month. 

American Gods | Neil Gaimon
I wouldn’t say I loved this book, but it was distracting enough and okay enough to finish. 

Much of my movie watching experience has been guided by having a buddy of mine stay with us due to a coronavirus-induced decision by his wife to leave. I’ve seen all of the below over three times a piece. 

My Blue Heaven
“What’s an arugula?” “It’s a vegetable.” No one should go to sleep until they’ve watched this movie at least one time. 

The Jerk
Endlessly funny. Great, great bits. Highly quotable. 

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood
Third viewing. I’m fascinated by this piece of cinema. Soundtrack is nothing short of amazing. I love the performances. Andy McDowell’s daughter is a treat. 

In the weirdest time in modern history, the live shows have to be the most notable achievements of my media diet. 

Righteous Gemstones
A must watch, in my opinion. A great exposé on the possibility that the megachurch is as corrupt and out of control as any crime syndicate. Danny McBride is damn near genius. Fun show! And yes, I know it’s fiction. 

Great News
Surprisingly funny, entertaining show. 

Haven’t finished this, but I LOVE Ozark. Ruthie is my dream girlfriend (don’t tell Tina!) and Darlene is my arch nemesis … and they’re just characters in a brilliantly dark show. 

Tiger King
The podcast was good. The show is better. 

The Young Pope
Slow burn. Well done. Liked it better than I thought. The pope’s form of Christianity is something to consider. Loved it by the end. 

Awesome to see what the virus is doing to TV. The first one they made since lock down was hilarious. 

Seth Myers
Good on Seth for figuring his show out. It’s not great, but it’s watchable. 

John Oliver
I’m not watching every one of Oliver’s episodes, but man, he’s probably got the best production values of all the self produced shows I’ve been watching. Which aren’t many. 


Winston-Salem NPR, WFDD
Quiet, non-screaming, sobered news is extremely welcome during this time. I’ve seen some moving pictures and my anxiety goes up. In the broken record world of incessant covid-19 news, I’ll take voice over picture + voice any day. 

Public Radio Classical Music | Winston-Salem
Surprisingly nice to put on during this time, especially in the mornings while I’m journaling. 

My favorite radio station for music streaming. 

The equivalent of French PBS news … And it’s far superior as it’s not in English, it’s more calm, but the international news roundups are incredible and enlightening. 

New Yorker: The Challenges of Post-COVID-19 Care

The below is from this article in the New Yorker:

But when the infection is bad, it’s really bad. For reasons that aren’t entirely clear, covid-19 patients who need to go on ventilators generally need them for much longer than people with other respiratory problems. For patients with severe emphysema, the average duration of mechanical ventilation is about three days; for those with other acute respiratory distress syndromes, it’s around eight. At our hospital, most of the covid-19 patients who have needed ventilators have needed them for weeks. Extubation has been no guarantee of liberation: often, we’ve had to reinsert the tube within days, if not hours.

Prolonged intubation creates all sorts of problems. While patients are intubated, they need powerful sedative medications; many also receive paralyzing drugs to keep their reflexes from fighting the ventilator’s tube. (Some must be physically restrained to prevent them from pulling out catheters and tubes in their delirium.) Patients who survive intubation often find themselves profoundly debilitated. They experience weakness, memory loss, anxiety, depression, and hallucinations, and have difficulty sleeping, walking, and talking. A quarter of them can’t push themselves to a seated position; one-third have symptoms of P.T.S.D. A 2013 study of discharged I.C.U. patients, many of whom had been intubated, found that, three months after leaving the I.C.U., forty per cent of them had cognitive test scores one and a half standard deviations below the mean—roughly equivalent to the effect of a moderate traumatic brain injury. A quarter showed cognitive declines comparable to early Alzheimer’s disease. The longer patients were in the I.C.U., the worse the consequences became.

Read the whole thing.

One of the many early items of information I read back in February was that the post-infected uncertainties were many. That patients who experienced the disease would experience a mixture of auto-immune deficiencies as well as neurological issues. The disease doesn’t just “go away”. Its ability to prolong and deplete the body of its normal health for the patients’ life could be scarier than an already scary disease.

Yesterday, it was my godson’s birthday. I went to a Walmart on the way to his home to buy and drop off a present. I pulled into the parking lot, and I gasped. “Holy mother fucking shit!” The parking lot was packed and the line to go in was not there. That means every car represented at least ONE person inside, and the likelihood was that it equaled far more … especially in the south where families are abundant.

I was in a catch 22 because I didn’t want to go empty handed to my godson’s birthday drop off … I had driven about 40 minutes to get there. I donned my mask, rushed in, found a John Dear tractor toy, checked out and hosed myself in disinfectant at my car. We are in trouble here should an outbreak occur. Now I’m wondering if it would be safer to go back to Chicago.